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For my 50th birthday, my wife and Mistress decide to bring some fantasies to reality. This series is also still fantasy (well, the actual activities are, what’s described are my true fantasies); you will read about chastity, unsafe sex practices, nudity that probably violates law, ‘forced’ bisexuality and humiliation, and descriptions of places that may not be accurate. Let your mind wander with mine.
Though stories may make sense standalone, it is recommended you read the series in order.
Chapter 2 focuses on public exposure and humiliation.
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The next day was relatively normal for a vacation day. Hope’s alarm went off at 430, we both hopped in the shower (separately). When I got out my clothes for the day were laid out for me. A pair of shorts (something I don’t normally wear) and a t-shirt. That’s it. The shorts were new ones that fit loosely and thankfully were not too short, they came down to a couple inches above my knees. When I put them on and was sitting down it looked like I was either sporting a good sized cock, or a mini hard-on. Standing, the ‘bulge’ wasn’t noticeable. I was way more self-conscious about going out in public like this than I thought I would be.
The day was interesting, though not overly sexual. Hope had booked a chartered fishing trip for us on a small boat, just us and the owner, on one of the area lakes known for large bass. I’ll spare you the boring details, but I did catch a personal best 8-and-a-half-pound largemouth! Once back to the hotel Hope told me we needed to shower to get ready for dinner. Dinner was relatively normal, except the pair of pants she had picked out for me fit a little snug. Even standing there was no hiding the bulge of the cage. Repeating myself a little here, but I was very self-conscious in the restaurant, it felt like all eyes were on me. Well, more specifically, my crotch. I admit it was exciting and my cock did get hard and completely filled the cage. I was grateful to have it on so no one could see my erection in my pants. Though truth be told, I probably wouldn’t have had one if I wasn’t wearing the cage in too tight, revealing clothes.
The most surprising part of the day came when we were walking out of the restaurant. We stopped by a couple tables to let a group of people walk past. As we did, we heard a woman at one of the tables whisper, louder than she thought she was, that “she is a lucky woman with the bulge in those pants.” WAY beyond what I ever thought would happen, Hope replied to the woman, “He’s not really THAT big, that’s his cock cage that you can see.”
I don’t know who was more embarrassed and red in the face, me, being the ‘target’ of the comment, the women at the table, or Hope. Thankfully this happened as the last person in the group we were letting go by was there, we quickly walked out of the restaurant. In the back of the Uber to the hotel Hope said to me, “Bet you didn’t expect that.” I admitted to her that I hadn’t. The rest of the ride back was quiet.
When we got back to the hotel room Hope reminded me that I was to remain naked. I quickly stripped. While I was stripping, Hope walked over to the back door and reopened the curtains that she had closed when she was getting ready for dinner. I can’t say I was used to this, it was really only last night that it started, but I was excited nonetheless. Hope told me to lay on the bed, and when I did she crawled on the bed next to me. She informed me that today was the last normal-ish (said with the look in her eyes) that we would have on vacation. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervously excited and very curious. Just last night had already exceeded any expectations that I had, and tonight at the restaurant floored me. She informed me that she was just getting started, that she had big plans for my 50th. She told me we were both going to stretch our comfort zones on this trip, that my mind would definitely be blown. All the fantasies we’d ever talked about flashed through my mind. Was this the trip where any of them would come true? In a way, some of them already had, with Hope taking control last night and today. Interestingly, we’d never talked about embarrassment or humiliation being part of my fantasies, but she ticked the embarrassment box off early, knowingly or not. I soon found out how intentional it was.
We lay on the bed watching a little TV. Hope lightly caressed my chest, stomach, and of course my balls and caged cock. Her fingernails would trail from my nipples down, stop at my cock and tap on the cage lightly for a few seconds, trail her fingertips all over my sack, then back up to my nipples, all with varying degrees of pressure. I was horny as hell! Whenever I would try to touch Hope she would push my hand away and tell me that I had to lay there, I was not to touch her unless she told me to. The power dynamic was awesome, I loved being submissive to her. The dynamic was accentuated by me being totally naked and on the door side of the bed, with Hope back in her pajama bottoms and bakırköy escort tank top. Anyone that could see in the door would see me there. I wasn’t really sure if anyone could see in, but in my mind the whole world could, and many were. Hope then told me that while she was planning this trip she opened the computer and I had forgotten to close my browser and clear my history (isn’t that how everyone gets caught?). Very enlightening, she told me.
After an episode I don’t remember of a show I also don’t remember, Hope announced that she was horny. No kidding, me too! I offered to take care of her to which she responded, “that’s the plan.” She instructed me to get the bag that was in her suitcase and bring it to her. I did. When she opened it I saw a subset collection of our toys. No wonder I wasn’t allowed to pack the suitcase. I don’t know why I thought she only brought the cage, it should have occurred to me that she brought other toys as well. It was just that I never thought she would.
Hope explained to me that she didn’t want everyone that sees us on this trip to think I have a big cock, when in reality I don’t (I think I’m average to above average, but never measured). She pulled out a wrapped box and told me it was part of my birthday present. I opened it to find a new cock cage. Not just any cage, it was called The Cock Cage of Shame, and it was tiny. “No way, I can’t fit into that,” was my immediate response. “Of course you can, like I said, you’re not that big.” This was humiliating, Hope had always said she was satisfied with my cock, and now she’s telling me it’s small.
Hope took my current cage off, instantly I was hard. “See, told you it won’t go on,” I mocked her. “Maybe, maybe not, we’ll see,” she responded. She took my cock in her mouth and gently began to suck. HOT DAMN! I thought, she’ll make me cum, then slip it on. She bobbed up and down my shaft, sometimes stopping with just my head in, swirling her tongue around it and poking my pee hole with her tongue. She did this for a couple minutes, and I’m a little ashamed to say that’s all it took to get me to the edge, which she recognized. “Enough for now, we need to get you in the cage.” Again I was thinking good luck! Hope’s plan worked, she grabbed some ice in a bag and put it on my cock, instantly deflating it. I guess it’s a tried and true method that works, and not just in stories. She quickly put the ring around my balls and cock, then slipped the impossibly small cage over my shriveled cock. She was right, it did fit, and with a turn of the key, it was locked in place. I couldn’t help by stare, HOW had my cock actually fit in there?
From the bag Hope pulled out the prostate stimulator and some lube, and instructed me to kneel on the bed, with my ass facing the door. I protested that someone would see me like that. Hope firmly told me, “You’re always trying to get me to go out in public with no bra, in a skirt with no panties, trying to get me to flash you. Why would it be OK for me to do that, to maybe be seen, but not for you?” I tried the ‘it’s different’ argument, her doing that was just showing part of her off, this is someone seeing me with the stimulator in my ass. She wasn’t buying it. Her counterargument was simple, “You want to push boundaries, you seem to want to be in uncomfortable situations for either or both of us. Well, we’re going to find out just what your limits are, how YOU like being on the other end.”
That was the end of the argument, Hope quickly changed into Mistress mode, firmly reminding me that she was in charge, that I had submitted to her, and now she was going to fully take advantage. Her response was simple, closing with, “From now on, if you refuse any order for the rest of the trip – that’s until we’re back in our house – we’ll stop the ‘game’ and won’t play again.” Wowzer, to be a bit cliche, I was torn. I really enjoyed our ‘game’ and had begged her to push my boundaries, to find out what they really were, what I would do in real life vs. what I fantasized about. I guess she was going to do just that. But, was I actually willing to go through with it?
Hope explained that she picked this location on purpose, that no one knew us, that not only was she going to push my boundaries, but hers as well in the process. Pushing her boundaries was a necessity to push mine, but she was going to do it nonetheless.
So, following her last order, I was on the bed, on my hands and knees with my ass facing the door. Hope applied a generous amount of lube to my ass and on the stimulator. She then turned the stimulator on vibrate and started to massage my hole with it. Gradually she increased pressure until the tip was pushing against my anal sphincter, then more until the tip broke through and my ass ‘pulled’ the rest of the toy into my ass. Stepping back, she admired her handy work. And in doing so, removed the only barrier for anyone to see me through the back door (no pun intended).
Hope asked me if I was worried about someone seeing me. bahçelievler escort Naturally, I answered that I was, that I was feeling different than I did when I fantasized about this type of situation. It was an interesting juxtaposition for me – the fear and thrill of being seen. I tried to focus on the present and really feel what I was feeling (yeah, psycho-babble, learned it from a therapist I used to see). My thoughts were broken by Hope asking if I would feel more comfortable if she allowed me to turn around and not have my ass facing that door. I told her that I would, but it was not up to me, that I would indeed follow her orders.
What I thought was Hope feeling a little generous and trying to ‘ease’ me into the rest of the vacation turned out to be the complete opposite. She did allow me to turn around and have my head facing the back door. She also had me kneel on a chair that she moved next to the bed, lean over the back; she tied my ankles and wrists such that I was bent over in the chair, then put a blindfold on me and a ball gag in my mouth. “Oh, silly me,” she said with an exaggerated giggle in her voice, “I forgot a bag in the car. Be a dear and stay right here until I get back.” Where did she think I was going to go?
As she opened the door she said out loud – pretending to talk to herself, but really for me to hear, “What if the key doesn’t work when I get back, how would he free himself? I better prop the door open just in case.” And with that, she opened the door. I heard her put something in it to prop it open. It was about now that I started to get the inkling that Hope really WAS going to push my boundaries, and not just a little. I listened, in despair, to her footsteps fade down the hallway.
I started to panic about how far open she actually left the door. I could definitely hear people in the hallway, the opening and closing of room doors. My mind was racing. There’s no way she would leave me this exposed. If anyone saw me and called the police we’d be arrested for indecent exposure and who knows what else. I was desperately trying to remember how far down the hallway we were, how many rooms were past us. Why didn’t I pay more attention when we were going in? My panicked thoughts were kicked into overdrive. I heard a pair of voices coming down the hallway, getting louder and louder. No amount of praying (and I’m not religious!) stopped them from going past our room. I heard the pause in the conversation when they must have gone by the door, and giggling.
I had to be as red as possible as I pulled on the bonds keeping me in position in the chair. No luck, I was not able to break free. I thought about tipping the chair over to the side in hopes that I wouldn’t be in sight anymore, but didn’t really want to hurt myself while on vacation. I stopped squirming and resigned myself that they may not see me.
I wasn’t that lucky. One female voice, “Did you see that, I’m pretty sure a guy was naked on a chair, facing us.”
“What are you talking about?” another female voice.
“In that room, I’m pretty sure what I saw.”
“Are you sure?”
“No, not really.” Hesitation, then, “but there’s one way to find out.”
I heard a couple of footsteps, then a slight gasp and giggling again.
“OH MY GOD, he’s got something in his ass.” said one of the voices. My mind (and panic) were in overdrive. At this point I was quite sure they’d tell hotel management and/or report to the police that some pervert was exposing himself to anyone who walked by.
“What’s that around his balls?”
“Oh, I didn’t even get that far yet. I think it’s a cock ring. Oh wow! This guy really is a pervert.”
“Come on, let’s just go to our room, I don’t want to see some guy’s ass with something in it.”
Judging by how loudly and clearly I could hear their door open and close, they must have been just one room over. I was dying inside, when was Hope going to get back and let me out? I really thought I was going to die of embarrassment.
What felt like an hour, but was in reality only a few minutes, Hope came back into the room. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone?” she asked, again with an amused tone, a giggle in her voice.
With a bit of edge to my voice I replied, “As a matter of fact, yeah. Some people saw me. Sounded like two girls, but I really don’t know. Hope, we’re going to get reported to the cops, kicked out of the hotel, and maybe arrested for indecent exposure. At least, I am. How could you do this? I was so humiliated that anyone saw me like this.”
Matter of factly she replied, “You mean like I would be if someone saw ME naked? You’re always trying to get me to take chances, I thought I would turn the tables. I’m glad it was humiliating, that’s exactly what I was going for. I know that’s what you want. You haven’t told me, from the theme of your browsing history, I know that’s part of what you want.”
With a bit more playfulness in her voice she continued, “As far as getting şirinevler escort kicked out or arrested, I’ll just tell you to trust me.”
“How can you be so sure?” I asked her.
“Doesn’t matter, just trust me and know that I won’t get us arrested.”
What other choice did I have? I was committed to playing this out. For years I’d been practically, and sometimes actually, begging Hope to push my boundaries. With her ultimatum earlier (obey or we’re done playing this ‘game’), I didn’t argue or question her more. I did indeed trust Hope, more than anyone else in the world.
Moving close to my ear as her hand reached for my caged cock. No pride here, she startled me and I jumped. Well, more of a flinch, I couldn’t really jump. She whispered to me, “You can say whatever you want, but your cock straining against the cage and the precum leaking from your cock tell me you’re enjoying yourself.”
She wasn’t wrong. I was as hard as the cage would allow. I wasn’t surprised I was leaking, between the mental aspects of the situation and the prostate massager working away in my ass, there was no chance I wouldn’t be.
“Being honest with you,” Hope said to me, “this has me so fucking wet. I need your tongue right now.” She quickly untied me and ordered me to the bed. I complied as quickly as I could move. Knowing what she wanted, I positioned myself on the bed face up. I felt around the edges of the bed to make sure I was somewhat in the middle. Hope quickly planted her pussy on my face. I didn’t need any further instruction, I swirled my tongue around until I found her opening, then started to push into her as far as I could, fucking her with my tongue. Hope did something she hadn’t done before, and started grinding her pussy on my face.
This certainly made it more difficult to keep my tongue in her. I don’t think she cared. Hope shifted her hips so her clit was lined up my tongue and demanded, “Make me CUM!” Given that I didn’t want to refuse an order, and I love nothing more than making her cum with my mouth, I started to flick her clit soft and fast, just how she normally likes it. I took the increased pressure and griding on my face to mean that wasn’t what she wanted this time. I sucked her clit into my mouth, gently squeezed it with my teeth while keeping suction, and started to rub my tongue all around it with as much pressure as possible. That was all it took. She started to shake as her orgasm built, and when it hit her, she moaned and ground her pussy on my face harder. I continued to attack her clit, though much more gently than before until she finally rolled off me.
“That was fucking amazing,” she told me though her panting.
After she got her breathing back under control, and didn’t shiver with every wisp of air that touched her skin, Hope removed my blindfold and the massager then snuggled up to me and rested her head on my chest (this is my favorite snuggle position after sex.
Hope asked me what I thought of tonight. “It was fucking awesome,” was all I could answer. She didn’t let me off the hook easily, though.
“What, specifically, was ‘awesome,'” she asked. “I want the details.”
I didn’t know how to answer, I hadn’t yet had a chance to analyze the experience and (over) think what made me feel what way, what I liked, and what I didn’t. That didn’t matter, Hope wanted details. I started a stream of consciousness ‘speech.’
“You know how much I love it when you take control, and how much I love wearing my cock cage, when my cock strains against it. And licking your pussy until you cum, then licking it some more. I love when you tie me up and play with my ass. I don’t know what to think yet about being exposed. We can’t afford to get arrested, especially for anything sexual related, that would end both of our careers. That was a little careless. But if I’m being honest, so exciting. I didn’t realize how being so humiliated and exposed would be, I don’t know how to explain it differently than sexually exciting. I don’t know what else you have planned, but I can’t wait!
Hope waited until I was finished and looked into my eyes. I wasn’t worried that I had scared or disgusted her with anything I said, we’ve talked about my fantasies, and where hers overlap and where they don’t, ad nauseam. She knew, and I would learn way more than I realized, what I liked and wanted and she was comfortable with most of it. There were still things on ‘the list’ that would never come true, and things we talked about as possibilities that would likely not come true. It was her response that gave me the second inkling that this trip was going to allow me to experience at least some of those fantasies, at least, that’s what I was hoping.
“Nothing new there,” Hope replied, “but, there will be plenty new on this trip.” She looked me in the eyes and I could see the apprehension on her face. I opened my mouth to reassure her that I knew the difference between fantasy and reality, as we’d discussed many times, and understood and respected her boundaries. I didn’t have the chance to get the words out when she put her finger on my mouth and continued. “We only turn 50 once, and though it’s not my birthday for a few more months, this is for both of us. I’m not giving any more away, just know that this trip will be different than anything we’ve experienced before.”
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